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Hello & WELCOME to this blog! Name’s Lilah & I am a 28 year old writer. (She /Her) On this blog general rp etiquette applies. TRIGGER HEAVY! Follow with caution.
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“People are always saying you can’t. That you shouldn’t. That you’re not smart enough, not good enough. This world, it beats you up again and again until eventually… Most people, they just stop trying. But you’re not like that. You’re a fighter. You always have been...”
Independent & Selective Alice Creel Karen Wheeler of Stranger Things. cocooned by lilah
okay but Matthew Prior anyone?
“there are strange things in the world. Dead things that lurk in shadows. Houses full of ghosts.”
rebelliousfamily:
Nancy hates that she can’t tell her mother the whole truth. But, then she’d likely look like a crazy person and end up being sent to a therapist. In all honesty after everything she’d witnessed, a therapist wasn’t such a bad idea. But, she doesn’t mention it. Doesn’t mention the monsters or the demons. The Upside Down or being stuck in that void where she’d witnessed the absolute worst thing she’d ever seen. And she misses Mike. That was something she never thought that she’d say.
“Max…” She sighs and shakes her head. “She’s in a coma Mom. She’s at the hospital.” She tells Karen softly and sighs. The plan had gone so badly so fast when Jason and his goons had showed up. Of course, Nancy hadn’t wanted them to die but, if they hadn’t shown up then they might have been able to save Max. And she can’t even mention Eddie. That was what hurt the most. That she’d lost another friend.
“Yeah. Steve said he’d call.” She assures her. “I don’t think his parents are home, so I don’t know if he’s gonna stay with Robin or…” She shrugs. She was glad that even after her and Steve had broken up, that he was still welcome into the house and the family. At the mention of food, Nancy shakes her head. “I don’t remember.” She speaks honestly. “Do you want any help?” She asks her. “Or I can just hang with Holly.”
Her eyes grow wide for another heartbeat, lips opened to form a silent O. There is not much Karen can say, nothing at all if she is honest. As a mother her heart constricts imagining the pain the Mayfields might go through right now, but as a mother she can also not let that pain enter her heart at once. A crushing wave that might pull her under. There is surely nothing worse than fearing for the life of your own children.
“I am so sorry to hear that, darling”, she reaches her hand out once more, gently caressing her daughter’s shoulder. Max was a friend of the family, a friend of Mike’s. “We will send something to her mother and if the family allows it - and all this has settled - you surely can visit her. Mike will want to go, too.” Her middle child being far away with Joyce throughout all of this is truly the only thing that brings Karen solace that day. “And I am sure the doctors will do whatever they can. You are brave Nancy, always have been, and keeping up hope is the bravest thing one can do.”
She offers up one last reassuring smile before making her way into the kitchen. “Well then dinner it is. I am sure ice cream can wait a bit longer”, she sees the sad face on her youngest and simply smiles, one hand on Holly’s head in passing. “And we will just double the serving to make up for it.” Normally she is not this lax when it comes to eating unhealthy food, but if it helps to keep her childrens’ minds off of what is happening on the other side of their frontdoor she is more than happy to make an exception. “I do not think I will need help tonight, honey.”, Karen calls back to Nancy, “You should rest. But I am sure Holly will appreciate the company” Karen does not really know where her husband is right now, out in the town for all she cares, and she herself is tired after a night of worrying. But making dinner for her family is always something she relishes, a simply yet true act of love.
Today on obscure things Lilah knows about her characters: Car Headcanons!
Drystan is the only person out of them that actually takes care of his car and has picked it based on more than colour I like and has four wheels. He drives either an Audi or a BMW in black, depending when and where you meet him. And yes, he is one of those assholes on the left lane driving 200km/h and getting all touchy once you start talking about speed limits on the German Autobahn – which is funny cause he spends most of his time in different countries. He is quick to react and never had an accident before (if you do not count the stag incident in the beginning of Fünkchen). By the time he has given up his immortality he has registered his car in Salzburg. Another car of Drystan's plays an important part in the story around the stags, his old one. Ava remembers it fondly for she spend the majority of her childhood years on the backseat of his blue Ford, traveling from one city to the other, always on the run. Noah used to have a Ford Ranger Raptor in a forest green hue, but he crashed that one after returning from the Otherworld. Now he drives a Porsche Cayenne S in black, but sometimes the color is hard to tell for all the dirt on it. If he steps out of his car a few leaves and twigs always tumble after and you can probably find half a beach in the back. The car looks like it hasn't seen a real paved roadway since the day it left the factory and it carried him through dark forests on both sides of the Veil countless times. For someone used to driving such big cars he is terrible when it comes to parking, especially parallel and has collected so many tickets he could. He also owns a blue Yamaha R1 build in 2017. He picks his vehicles based on his ego and that is a fact anyone can easily tell.
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❛ How could you really think I could want to see you again? ! ❜
For a moment, there was bliss. In the beauty of this place and being with Juliette without any of the physical thins that made their lives so complicated in the real world. Their shared dream world together had become juts that; but this was no dream. It was a NIGHTMARE anything. But admittedly, this was a beautiful place. Too beautiful for the darkness that they brought to it. The what looked like marble was curved to perfection, it looked like a palace was behind the bridge that they were standing on. Every stone holding them upwards was placed perfectly but still seemed as if the wind made them shift, ones moving upward more than others.. Stepping backwards and pushing Juliette’s hands away. The same hands that had turned her brother which was WORSE than killing them – making him the monster he hated the most; the same monster that Juliette was. ❛Get away from me! ❜
Prague was BEAUTIFUL and under better circumstances, they could traverse the world together to see places like Prague, but their lives were no fairy tales. Just ones of bloodshed. There wasn’t really a weapon near to aim at Juliette to scare her away, or to make her cower.
❛ How could you really think I could want to see you again ! ❜
“Cal...”, it burns like hell when her skin is finally touchedby the others, one fleeting moment in which Calliope all but pushesher away. She has longed for these hands to interwine again, prayedfor them to finally hold each other once more. Instead all her loverhas to offer is rejection. And Juliette cannot even muster up the strength to be angry. No,all she feels is this raging guilt inside her. How can she blameCalliope? “I am begging you, please let me explain.“ She knows that the huntress will not allow her to speak and partof her is happy about this fact. Because for all her begging andpleading there is nothing Juliette can truly explain, no excuse, noreason. “I tried to do the right thing. I tried to help.“ And yetshe has made everything so much worse, like the monster she truly is. And then there is an idea in her head, as her gaze travels fromCalliope's desperate eyes, as her ears ring with the accusationsthrown against her. How could you think I'd want to see you again?Because I love you, Calliope. She wants to scream it from the top ofher lungs, wants the dream people to hear it, the real people. All ofPrague, every member of their twisted and destroyed families. Thewhole world shall know that she loves this hunter in front of her,this one person eager to kill her. This girl she'd give her beatingheart to without a second glance. But instead Juliette says: “I can help you find your brotheragain. I know where he is. Please, let me help fix this. Even if youdo not want to see me ever again, at least let me do as much now.“It is a desperate plea for more time, a small hope that she might beable to convince Calliope that forgiving her is worth it. Even if thevampire does not believe it herself.
The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language.
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@finsterhxgel gets a starter ( for Elinor ) !
“Sister.” He takes a few steps forward, quickly recovering from the initial shock of seeing their twin out on the streets. Elinor did manage to catch him off guard and he loathes her even more for it. “Whoever was dumb enought to get you out of prison really doesn’t know what they’re in for.” Not her parents. At least that certainty remains. After all Oliver has experienced firsthand how they treat a fallen child.
“Oliver”, she drawls, lips perking up into a smile. She is used to it, smiling as if she cares, as if she is honest. And she knows very well he will hate to see this smile. For if there is one person in the world who truly can see Elinor, it is her twin brother. “It is so nice to see you, brother. Especially after the last time we talked.” It is not truly a victory, but Elinor acts as if it were. Fake it till you make it. “Oh, I am sure my friends are fully aware of what I am capable off. Can you say the same thing of yours? I hear you are gathering quite the little... How does one say? Fan Club? Finally found someone who can tolerate you for longer periods of time?” It is childish, this game, but she cannot help it. Not when it comes to him. She does want to make him feel her anger, wants to see it light up in his eyes. Elinor was brought low by her own sister - and he helped - so there is only one thing she can do about this. Drag them down to where she is, and further. And further. Hell has no fury like her.
PSA! Sorry for the absence, things got stressfull over here and I kept forgetting the log in. Yay me. I shall try my best to get to replies as soon as possible but in the meantime catch me on discord!
have been brainrotting these two all day, and I cannot contain it any longer
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“Oh. Good special or bad special?” As if there’s any difference. Udyati arches an eyebrow. “Didn’t know the Royals were involved too.” See? Everything’s connected. From the Netherlands to Germany to the UK to India, she’s sure.
"Ironic. Because Luna. The moon. Light.” And then they’re corrupted by the dark. Very ironic. A quiet sigh escapes her lips. “Well, wouldn’t be the first time I’m hunted down. I’ve been dealing with that since I was twelve.”
"It’s been said that Rohini Persaud still lives in Holland, Michigan. But I don’t know if she counts as a Dutch witch, per se. I also don’t know her personally. I just think she’s cool. I think her brother, Amrish, is cool too.” She runs a hand through her hair. “I think Riley’s our best bet. Unless you feel like tracking down Floribeth Dalisay. She’s a vampire and I don’t vibe with vampires, but I’d be willing to swallow my discomfort. She’s good with computers.”
He has been special his entire life and even after 400 years Drystan is not sure if there truly is a good special. Too much warlock to be a druid, too much of his father to be a warlock. He has been inbetween all his life, maybe that is the reason for the veil being drawn to him to such an extend, maybe that is the reason for him having to protect the other side with every waking breath. And Drystan is going to throw it all over board for this girl, this plan of theirs. He is not sure if a vampire hacker is what they need right now, but Drystan has to admit that he had worse plans in the past. “If you think that ironic, you don’t want to hear how the dark coven calls themselves”, he shakes his head slightly. It is unbelievable that after all these years he is still somehow afraid of the Nocta. They may not be stronger than him per se, but by the gods they are many. “Light and darkness have always craved balance, but the witches are not enlightened enough to see through their own fears. And they are terrible with naming things, I can assure you as much.” “I think that is an idea worth remembering, but I agree with you when it comes to vampires. They tend to be a tad bit dramatic. Comes with immortality and is a trait they share with most of my family. And Michigan is too far, I cannot risk travelling through the veil with you. Might get lost and never find your way out of the cold emptiness that place has to offer.” Drystan hasn’t done a location spell in ages, not since his little sister messed with his powers back in Germany. And he is not sure he wishes to try it now. But maybe Udyati... “Have you done a location spell before? I can show you how to do it, might as well learn something about your own powers while we are in this together. You just need to be prepared for any and all tricks Ashford might be pulling. That man is crazy enough to turn his own mind into a trap.” Maybe that was the reason he and Riley had never vibed with each other, as Ud would call it, they were too much alike.
Good morning, please think about the Wheeler kids finding out that their own mother is not who she seems? That she has this entire different life / name / persona, they never knew about? did you hide this from dad? the betrayal, the confusion for a teenager finding out your roots are not what they seemed, but tainted. the monster you have been trying to kill for so long is your own uncle gimme young mother Karen hiding her powers, being so scared after Nancy’s birth that her family curse is going to affect her children. gimme Karen finding out the truth about Henry being still alive, being out there, hurting her family even after all these years. Karen being forced to face the fact that she cut her biological father out of her life and hated him all these years for nothing. Karen reliving the nightmare Henry put her through all these years ago - I mean what guilt could she have had back then? She was just a child. He was just a child, how could this happen?
@vandbaerer ♥’ed 1/2 // Jules for Calliope
“Had I known to look for you in my dreams I would have gone to sleep hours ago”, her smile is radiant as her heartbeat already quickens. Jules reaches for Calliope’s hands, eager to feel the others touch - even if it is just here, in their land of make believe. “My parents are freaking out, but I told them they cannot keep me from you, forever.”
@mrflayed ♥’ed / Karen for Tom
“Tom Holloway, what a nice surprise”, a small smile flickered over her face as Karen stepped out of the grocery store and right in front of the journalist. “A lovely day, isn’t it? I do not want to keep you long, but...”, - she knew that intervening was the last thing she should be doing, and yet Karen simply could not help herself, “Tell me, do you take interns at the Hawkins Post? Like summer jobs?”
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“Mom, you don’t,” you don’t get it, is what wants to slip out– but Nancy knows she’ll get nowhere at that rate. So she nods, holds her tongue and crosses her toes under her shoes, “I’m just stopping by Melvalds. We’re… we’re out of syrup.”
Out of syrup? Sometimes Karen wonders if her children think she was born yesterday, if they think she had never been a teenager herself, never suck out of her parents house at night... “Darling I am pretty sure we still have some. I can get more tomorrow after Holly’s appointment though. Why do you need it tonight?”, with her brows furrowed she scrutinizes her daughter, tries to figure out if there is more going on under the surface. “Nancy, what is this about? Are you all right?”
